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[findsthesun]

Legolas backs into this bar from another, two tankards in his hands. All around him pipe- and fire-smoke has settled.

After a brief moment of surprise (and delighted laughter), he puts the two tankard onto the Bar, gets a bowl of Dorwinion, and kicks out a stool sit on (his feet still touch the ground).

This is much more pleasant.

He's peering at the room, as he sips his wine, bowl held in both hands. He very well may be peering at you.

[ooc: to cheer myself up from a day of sickpain; probably not going to be too communicative ooc, but I'll try to be consistently around-ish :) on pause Thank you for all the threads <3. Closed to new ones for now, and I'll be slow but try to keep up with those I currently have :)]

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[redintheledger]

She's noticed the peering.



Well, first she noticed his height, then the way he moved, then his appearance. Then - a couple pages of Xavier's thesis later - she's noticed the peering.





She's going to peer back over her cup of coffee.

[findsthesun]

She is suddenly 300% more interesting (though her hair did catch his attention; it is a very rare hue, even amongst the North-Men).

Legolas debates what she will do if he doesn't say anything. This, along with his being entertained, might be visible.

"Dearest lady," he says, setting down his bowl, tone that of someone blithely unaware of any hypocrisy, "is it not impolitic in your land to stare at strangers so?"

[redintheledger]

"Perhaps," she admits. "And perhaps not. Maybe it's just as polite as in your land."

[findsthesun]

"I am not very polite," Legolas admits, tragic, "in my land or out of it."

[redintheledger]

"It's a heavy burden that one might choose. But I suppose making the world more interesting demands it."

[findsthesun]

Legolas's laugh is like a bell ringing true. "Are you so often called to affect all the world?"

[friend_of_lucy]

(OOC: I hope you feel better. Sick seems to be going around. *hug*)

His laughter startles Tumnus from his reading, this is one of the dryer histories and he smiles at the elf.

[findsthesun]

Legolas is startled in return; he raises his bowl slightly to Tumnus.

His curiosity is open.

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus raises his mug of tea, "You look merry."

[findsthesun]

"And you, not so much," he says, genial. "Lest your people read for amusement."

[friend_of_lucy]

"I do read for amusement, this is simply a rather dull history but informative."

[runningred]

Jay peers back, openly and unashamedly, grinning if Legolas catches his eye. He pushes the chair opposite him or a little in invitation.

[ooc: hope you'll forgive me slow-timing.]

[findsthesun]

[ooc: done and done! :D I'm going to be slow myself]

Let it never be said that Legolas, son of Thranduil, has denied another's hospitality! He grins back, and stands in simple gesture. Then, as an after thought, reaches back to the Bar to pick up a glass of what she thinks Jay would like.

"Well met!" he says as he sits, placing the other glass in front of Jay with some measure of curiosity.

[runningred]

Jason nods his head in thanks, never taking his eyes off Legolas. He lifts the glass to his lips, still grinning. "Well met, gorgeous." He drops the bourbon with single swallow. "Thank you. My round?"

[souffle_girlek]

Oswin Oswald is a determined girl. And right now, she's determined to get her bots to do what she programmed them to do. And if that means hauling them up into the rafters by hand and leaving them there, so be it.

"Whoop!" She yelps in surprise when she slips sideways, clinging to the wood with both arms and legs.

Maybe this wasn't the best plan. It will be duly noted. Once she gets down.

[findsthesun]

This presents a brief conundrum. He certainly shouldn't get up into the rafters and haul the woman back onto them, for she shall certain fall once more.

Once he's schooled his face into something resembling seriousness, Legolas sets his wineglass back down, stands up, and considers the situation from beneath Oswin (by a mere several feet). He steps slightly to the side, so he's near her head instead of in danger of being kicked once she loses grip with her legs.

"Dear lady," he says. "If you can find it in yourself to keep holding with your arms, but let go with your legs, then I think I should be able to ferry you down."

[souffle_girlek]

Oswin has many thoughts about this. The first being that letting go with anything seems like a terribly bad idea, but she doesn't really have any better ones at the moment. The second is that this guy is tall, as in 'would give trees a run for their money' tall.

The third (and clearly most important) is 'stars he's pretty'.

"Stars you're pretty." So of course that's the one that comes out. She really does hate her brain when it's hopped up on adrenaline.


...

"I mean, yeah, that'd work. Um."

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

Why not Peer at this flashy pony? After all, she's a talking pony. That's different enough for a human. What's more is that she has a stack of papers in front of her on the table. Even more is a levitating quill enveloped in a pink aura.

Continue peering at your own leisure.

[findsthesun]

Legolas does not immediately notice her. No, that's not true. He does, but like many people presented with something incredibly absurd, it takes several moments for his brain to realize he's noticed.

He leans on the chair across from her, elbows resting on its back.

"Is this some trickery of the Bar, or be you always as you now are?"

[cape_and_wizard_hat]

Trixie glances at the person speaking at her as a haughty smirk graces her face. "Trixie is as real as it gets!"

[1stwitness]

"Will your friends not be waiting for their drinks?" Ichabod asks, dryly amused.

[findsthesun]

"Ah, but if they wished their drinks on time, why did they ask me to fetch them? I'm very unreliable," Legolas says, cheerful. "If Lady Bar decides not to keep time held still for me, then they shall learn a precious lesson.

"Legolas," he says, with the brief suggestion of a bow, "or Greenleaf, if it sits easier on your tongue."

[1stwitness]

"Ichabod Crane. A pleasure to meet you, Master Greenleaf." He echoes the gesture precisely.

[findsthesun]

Legolas laughs, delighted. "And you, as well, though I know not whether I should call you Master Ichabod or Master Crane, or if you've achieved some higher distinction. My people dispense of titles for all but the king, but those Men who reside near us are very invested in them-- yet, other groups of Men use different systems entire."

[1stwitness]

"Mister Crane will do nicely." He looks at him curiously. "You are not a Man?"